Life poems
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A Real Thriller
© Edgar Albert Guest
We were speakin' of excitement, an' the hair upliftin' thrills
That sorter dot life's landscape, like the bill board ads. for pills,
Dorchester Amphitheatre .
© John Kenyon
By Rome's old amphitheatre I stood,
Still pretty perfect, on the Weymouth road,
Three timeswe partedBreathand I
© Emily Dickinson
Three timeswe partedBreathand I
Three timesHe would not go
But strove to stir the lifeless Fan
The Watersstrove to stay.
The Sylph Of Summer
© William Lisle Bowles
God said, Let there be light, and there was light!
At once the glorious sun, at his command,
By The Road To The Air Base
© Yvor Winters
The calloused grass lies hard
Against the cracking plain:
Life is a grayish stain;
The salt-marsh hems my yard.
One Thirty-Six A.M.
© Charles Bukowski
Dostoevsky gets up
he leaves the machine to piss,
comes back
drinks a glass of milk and thinks about
the casino and
the roulette wheel.
Untimely Lost Oliver Madox Brown Born 1855; Died 1874
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
UPON the landscape of his coming life
A youth high-gifted gazed, and found it fair:
The Iron Age
© Madison Julius Cawein
And these are Christians!--God! the horror of it--
How long, O Lord! how long, O Lord! how long
Wilt Thou endure this crime? and there, above it,
Look down on Earth nor sweep away the wrong!
The Window
© Arthur Symons
Looking through a narrow window day by day
They behold the world go by on holiday;
Maid to man repeating Love me while you may
All go by them, none returns to them: they stay.
Circe
© Augusta Davies Webster
Ah me! these love a day and laugh again,
and loving, laughing, find a full content;
but I know nought of peace, and have not loved.
The Camp-Fires Of My Friend
© Henry Van Dyke
Thou hast taken me into thy tent of the world, O God,
Beneath thy blue canopy I have found shelter,
Therefore thou wilt not deny me the right of a guest.
The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Canto Third
© William Wordsworth
NOW joy for you who from the towers
Of Brancepeth look in doubt and fear,
Telling melancholy hours!
Proclaim it, let your Masters hear
This Aloneness
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
This aloneness is worth more than a thousand lives.
This freedom is worth more than all the lands on earth.
To be one with the truth for just a moment,
Is worth more than the world and life itself.
The Doldrums (A Still-Life Picture)
© Harry Kemp
The sails hang dead, or they lift and flap like a cornfield scarecrow's coat,
And the seabirds swim abreast of us like ducks that play, a-float,
And the sea is all an endless field that heaves and falls a-far
As if the earth were taking breath on some strange, alien star,
Saint Monica
© Charlotte Turner Smith
AMONG deep woods is the dismantled scite
Of an old Abbey, where the chaunted rite,
Not Understood
© James Brunton Stephens
Not understood, we move along asunder;
Our paths grow wider as the seasons creep
Along the years; we marvel and we wonder
Why life is life, and then we fall asleep
Not understood.
Imperfection
© Madison Julius Cawein
Not as the eye hath seen, shall we behold
Romance and beauty, when we've passed away;
The Worlds Doing
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
ONE scarce would think that we can be the same
Who used, in those first childish Junes, to creep
